Terrific take off on the bricks of the manor, and you propel us to chunks of the mortar of the mind; in just a few words, slender lines, you whoosh us around the world and back into your poet's pocket.
This brings to mind a piece I saw last week on the Great Wall of China, and how the mortar was made of a rice mixture. So symbolic. Beautiful piece, Michael.
I really like that first line, Michael:
ReplyDelete'The space that separates
becomes the mortar that binds—'
Lovely. :-)
I arrived at your blog by way of Magpie Tales. Nice to meet you.
I love what you saw in the photo ... something no one else saw.
ReplyDeleteTerrific take off on the bricks of the manor,
ReplyDeleteand you propel us to chunks of the mortar
of the mind; in just a few words, slender
lines, you whoosh us around the world
and back into your poet's pocket.
This brings to mind a piece I saw last week on the Great Wall of China, and how the mortar was made of a rice mixture. So symbolic. Beautiful piece, Michael.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess!
ReplyDeleteGlenn - hum, better remember to clean my pockets out so it's not so crowded. ;)
Helen - Where? Just Kidding! Thanks.
Paulandrewrussell - glad you stopped by. Come back soon~
I love the poem--and to have the picture beside it too--just wonderful!
ReplyDeletelove the connection you make to the tangible and intangible-great magpie--c
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